Page 1 of Stone Vows

Part One

Kyle

Chapter One

The piercing sound of a pager goes off, echoing around the room as my adrenaline spikes. It’s a sound every resident has learned to love. It’s a sound every resident has learned to hate. It wakes me from a deep sleep—sleep I only fell into a short while ago based on the hands of the clock on the wall.

I reach over and grab my pager at the same time as I see feet swing down from the bunk above me.

“It’s mine,” Cameron says, jumping down to grab his lab coat. When he opens the door to leave, light from the hallway illuminates my body and he stops to laugh. He nods at my pants. “Dude, must have been one hell of a dream you were having.”

I look down at my tented scrub pants. Then I grab the pillow from under my head and chuck it across the room at him only to have him dodge it before he closes the door behind him.

I lay my head back on the cot in frustration. I’m still tired. I’ve only had a few hours of sleep since yesterday. And it’s Saturday night which means the ER will be busy. It’s the calm before the storm. I should try to go back to sleep. But my mind is stuck on a case I had earlier. And my body needs a release. I could take care of it myself, but what’s the fun in that when I have Gina? I pull my phone out of my pocket and send a text.

Me: MHO. Room 1320. STAT!

Gina: MHO?

Me: Just get here quick.

Gina: On my way.

Not two minutes go by before the door opens. Gina walks into the residents’ on-call room, looking around before she asks, “What is it, Kyle?”

The side of my mouth rises in a cocky smile as I nod to my crotch. “Lock the door and come join me.”

She does what I ask, stripping off her scrubs and undergarments, dropping them on the floor as she makes her way to me. My dick jumps in my pants in anticipation. I’m already hard as a rock. I won’t last long. I pull my scrub top over my head as Gina peels my pants and boxers off me.

She climbs on top of me, straddling me. She sinks down on me without any foreplay, swallowing me inside her tight walls as I palm her breasts. She moves up and down, undulating her body on me until my balls tighten. I grab her hips, digging my fingers into them as I hold her still while I empty myself into her.

She tilts her head to the side with a sly smile. “Well, that brought new meaning to the word ‘quickie’,” she says.

My pager goes off and I reach for it. I’m needed in the ER. “Shit,” I say, practically dumping Gina off my lap in my haste to get up. I’m on Dr. Manning’s service today and he’s a real ball-buster. “Sorry, Gina. I’ll make it up to you next time.”

I quickly dress and then pick up her clothes and throw them to her on the bed as I head across the room.

“Kyle?” she asks, as I’m reaching for the door. “What’s MHO?”

I smile and then wink at her. “Major hard-on.”

Her laughter trails behind me as I close the door and run through the halls to the emergency room.

I try not to feel guilty about leaving her hanging like that. About using her for a quick release. I tell myself we both know the score. We agreed long ago that this thing we have would be nothing more than booty calls and stress relief. It’s not about feelings or emotions. It’s about sex. Whenever and wherever.

As second-year residents, we are slaves to the hospital. We’re married to the job. Relationships don’t work for people like us. People who work eighty-hour weeks—more if you count the hours we troll for cases and finish up paperwork off the clock. I remind myself that this is what we do for each other. Service our carnal needs. She took care of mine just now. It’ll be her turn later. Tit for tat, so to speak.

I round the corner to the ER and find one of the male nurses struggling to hold up a man who appears drunk. And homeless by the looks of it. I go over to help as Dr. Manning comes up behind me.

“Took you long enough,” he gruffs, as he skirts by us on his way to curtain one.

“Sixty seconds,” I tell John, the nurse. “It took me exactly sixty seconds to get here. And that’s pretty damn impressive considering what I was just doing.”

“Orwho,” John says, laughing as we hoist the man’s languid body onto a gurney in curtain two.

It’s no secret what Gina and I have going on. It’s not that uncommon for interns or residents to hook up with each other given our rigorous schedule. Hell, it’s not uncommon for attendings for that matter. They are just more discreet about it than we are—usually because they are sleeping with residents.

John gets the man cleaned up while I go wash my hands and check in on another patient. When I return to curtain two a while later, what I see amazes me. John has washed our patient down, helped him shave, and combed his hair. With the man in a hospital gown instead of ratty clothing, he almost looks like the doorman of my building. He could be anyone. A banker, a construction worker, a father.

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